He Died To Save
He came to save.
But the cross was the crux:
The Father's dire demand.
So he went.
He came with life,
But was lifted on a tree.
Hanging in the sun,
He gave the life.
He came to reap,
But must bear the fruit.
He fell into the ground.
And died! Buried!
He sprouted the third day,
Fruited. Still fruiting
'Cause He came to save.
And reap!
Copyright © 2013
By Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
Copyright © Celestine Ikwuamaesi | Year Posted 2013
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